I long to see the moonlight hit that face of yours
it looks so pure, so untouchable.
its as if the gods carved and chiseled you by hand
and then, by the grace of god, brought you to life.  
I want your marble hands to rest on the small of my back
and those polished lips to kiss me from my collar bone,
to my neck,
to my cheeks,
and then my longing lips.
- I want you so badly